Transmigrated into the body of a tycoon's son's ex-boyfriend

He had thought about it more in the past month than in the previous twenty-six years combined.

I've never done it before, so I don't know what it's like.

But once you've tasted that feeling, you'll know what Lu Yu was like back then.

That strength and gaze, that low, deep voice whispering "Xi Jin" in his ear—he could never go back to that.

Every night when I lie on that bed, all I see when I close my eyes is Lu Yu's face.

Now this person is standing right next to him, touching his neck with his fingers one tap at a time.

Although it was just a casual brush, to Song Xijin, every touch felt like striking a match on a haystack.

Lu Yu applied an ice pack to Song Xijin for ten minutes, and when she felt it was enough, she removed the towel and placed it on the table.

The ice had mostly melted, and the towel was soaked, leaving a small water stain on the table.

He reached into the inside pocket of his costume and pulled out a small tube of sunscreen.

This was given to him by Ken.

The costume designers on set always have a variety of skincare products on hand, and sunscreen is a must-have.

Ah Ken said the sun in Zhejiang Province is so strong that he carries some ointment with him to reapply whenever needed.

Lu Yu squeezed a little sunscreen into her palm and spread it out.

"Mr. Song, let me apply some sunscreen for you."

Song Xijin remained silent.

His gaze fell on the white cream in Lu Yu's palm, then looked at Lu Yu's face.

Lu Yu looked very focused as she applied sunscreen to him.

Just like when he applied ice to his skin and wiped down his seat, Lu Yu did it very naturally.

This naturalness made Song Xijin a little dazed. Had they really broken up?

Even before they broke up, Lu Yu had never done anything like this to him.

In the past, when Lu Yu tried to get close to him, Song Xijin only felt disgusted. If it weren't for the fact that Lu Yu's face was handsome enough, he wouldn't have been able to put up with it for half a year.

Lu Yu placed his palm on the back of his neck.

Song Xijin's breath hitched for a second.

Lu Yu's hands were huge; one hand could almost cover his entire nape.

The palms are warm and thick, with slightly rough calluses.

It felt strangely comforting and enveloping on his sunburnt skin.

She started rubbing down his hairline with her fingertips, making small circles to spread the sunscreen evenly.

The force was just right, and the technique was skillful.

The feeling that had made his heart tremble earlier returned, and it was even stronger than before.

Just now, it was only a fleeting touch of fingers, but now my entire palm is pressed against his neck, and my fingertips are repeatedly rubbing his skin.

He could feel every movement of his knuckles clearly.

"Is it... all done?" Song Xijin's voice was unsteady, with a hoarseness that even he himself didn't realize.

If Lu Yu continued to touch him like that, he really wouldn't be able to hold back.

He didn't want to do anything embarrassing in Dong Yanchen's RV.

"Mr. Song, if you don't apply it carefully, you'll be the one who suffers later."

Lu Yu squeezed some more sunscreen into his palm and put it back on his neck.

This time, he squeezed out more sunscreen than before. The white cream spread evenly in his palm, giving it a thin sheen.

He carefully applied sunscreen to behind Song Xijin's ears, along her hairline, and to every part of her body that her collar couldn't cover.

This person's skin is smooth and tender; when you press your fingers on it, it feels like touching a piece of warm silk, and it will turn red with the slightest pressure.

Why is it so precious?

It only took ten minutes or so of sun exposure for it to get this tanned. I don't know how they survived before.

He probably had never been allowed to sunbathe before.

Just like flowers grown in a greenhouse, if you move them into the sun for a while, their leaves will wilt.

Song Xijin's hands, which were hanging on her knees, clenched slightly, her fingertips sinking into her pants.

He looked down at the hand on his knee, but his thoughts had already wandered away.

"Lu Yu..." Song Xijin heard her own voice, even lower and hoarser than before.

"Haven't you... missed me after a month apart?"

Lu Yu paused for a moment while applying sunscreen.

Want to?

He had a very fulfilling month.

Joining the production team, filming, discussing roles with the screenwriter, I was busy from six in the morning to ten at night every day.

I can fall asleep as soon as I turn my head down.

It seems I haven't really thought about it much.

At most, Song Xijin's face would occasionally flash through his mind when he was lying alone in a hotel bed at night.

Sometimes it was that night in the bathroom, Song Xijin was soaking wet, her eyes were red, and she was biting her lower lip as she looked at him.

Sometimes it was at a private restaurant, where Song Xijin would push the dishes toward him.

Sometimes, it's just the image of Song Xijin sitting quietly in the passenger seat, the light from outside the car window slid across his profile.

Most of all, of course, was the image of Song Xijin beneath him...

However, Lu Yu has extremely strong self-control.

Every time that thought came to mind, he would suppress it with something else.

Read the script again, study another scene, and ponder the psychological motivations of the character Shen Du.

It's not that he doesn't want to think about it, it's that he doesn't allow himself to think about it.

What good will it do to think about it?

Thinking about her current relationship with Song Xijin, Lu Yu started applying the ointment again, her movements as steady as before.

"Mr. Song, we have already broken up."

Song Xijin's fingers clenched the fabric on her knees.

His eyes were lowered, and the shadow of his eyelashes fell on his lower eyelids, trembling slightly.

That same phrase again.

From the moment they met at the university gate until now, Lu Yu has been repeating the same sentence over and over again.

"Mr. Song, we have already broken up."

Clean and presentable, without a single flaw, even the tone of Lu Yu's voice was flat when he said it.

"Lu Yu, is that all you can say?"

"Do you think I didn't know we'd broken up? Did I need you to remind me?"

Song Xijin said defiantly, every word of which was barbed.

By the end, the edges of his eyes had turned red.

She didn't really want to cry; she was just so angry with Lu Yu that her blood rushed to her head.

A helpless smile flashed in Lu Yu's eyes.

Okay, he's gotten angry again.

He shouldn't have spoken.

Every time Song Xijin lost his temper, he had a strange sense of déjà vu.

It's like seeing a cat whose tail has been stepped on; its fur is all puffed up and round, making it look fierce, but it's actually not dangerous at all.

Moreover, Lu Yu discovered that he seemed to have figured out the trick to petting this cat.

Listen quietly, don't talk back, and he'll calm down.

He screwed the cap back on the sunscreen, put it back in his pocket, and gave Song Xijin's nape one last pat with his fingers.

I made sure to apply the cream to every sunburned area before withdrawing my hand.

"Alright, Mr. Song."

"It's too sunny outside, Mr. Song, you can stay in the RV. I have to get to work soon, so I'll go down first."

Lu Yu turned and walked towards the car door.

Seeing that the person was about to leave, Song Xijin no longer cared about being reserved or saving face.

He reached out and grabbed Lu Yu's wrist.

He circled his fingers around Lu Yu's wrist and felt the pulse beating strongly on the inside of his wrist.

It's very steady, one beat at a time.